the worst part of my day was waking up this morning after a dream in which i adopted a baby black kitten that had been injured after Sandy

Aww. My worst thing is quasi similar. I was in the midst of a very emotionally draining dream and then my beagle woke me up in the beagle way (howl). So I feel shaken due to my dream and hate to start the day feeling drained already.

_________________You are all a disgrace to vegans. Go f*ck yourselves, especially linanil.

I know there's probably going to be some grumbling about this, but ... I'd only move if it were for an animal job. Not necessarily working with animals, but working for them as well. There's no point in moving for an office job, because I can probably hold out for one of those in Chico. I have admin, banking, and animal experience.

what *kind* of work/experience? receptionist? janitor? (admin is clear enough - safe to assume that kind of work for each of the others?)

I (and I'm sure others!) know people that know people that know people that work with animals in various capacities that can keep an eye out/put a good word in..

I'm so vulnerable when people are angry at me for no reason or when things aren't my fault.

At work yesterday, someone decided that I was responsible for a serious mistake that I had no influence on and couldn't solve because I didn't have the authority and just started giving me shiitake and threatening me. And just now someone at the launderette accused me of 'hogging the dryer' and started yelling at me. (Because, according to her, she had more right to dry her clothes than I do, so I was 'hogging' a dryer, rather than just being another person using a dryer to dry clothes ?)

Now I feel all upset and hurt, and the people who hurt me just don't care. Boo.

my bestie is moving away tomorrow. i'm trying to use it as motivation to get my shiitake together because what else am i going to be doing? but right now, i'm just really sad and thinking, who am i going to watch hours of terrible movies on netflix and go on late-night runs to taco bell with nooooow?

This is tiny but I am the last to leave at work on a huge property and I have to walk in the rain and cold (I did not dress properly) to lock everything up, and it is pitch black here so I am just putting it off.

Turning 40 on the 5th utterly cloudy dreary grey day in a row, and going to work, (where I only got 1 card and didn't even have anyone to go to lunch with) after not having a party or doing anything other than go out to dinner this weekend.

I mean I can't really complain, my life is pretty great, but I used to have amazing house parties and dance all night. This is so boring in comparison, especially for such a milestone.

I feel OLD and it is frikkin depressing.

_________________I'm not asking for utopian dreams...just a little peace in this world. That's a logical thing. - Deee-Lite

My boyfriend just criticized by clothing choice for the night tonight and I cried for an hour. It is not because of his criticism, and honestly he was mostly trying to help, but whew did I ever need that cry.

I burned my hand on the oven. And it hurt, and it's still hurting. (Said in the Charlie bit me voice.)

_________________I would eat Dr. Cow pocket cheese in a second. I would eat it if you hid it under your hat, or in your backpack, but not if it was in your shoe. That's where I draw the line. -allularpunk

1. Dude broke down SOBBING in my office because of a bad situation going on at work. I have nothing to do with this, but he just needed someone to vent to. Greeeeat. Happy to listen but I am horrible at knowing what to do when people start to cry. Especially like that.

2. Encountered a dead deer in the middle of the road on my way home. Obviously just hit a few minutes earlier. So sad.

1. Dude broke down SOBBING in my office because of a bad situation going on at work. I have nothing to do with this, but he just needed someone to vent to. Greeeeat. Happy to listen but I am horrible at knowing what to do when people start to cry. Especially like that.

2. Encountered a dead deer in the middle of the road on my way home. Obviously just hit a few minutes earlier. So sad.

Approximately 60% of my job is providing emotional support to people who are in incredibly heartbreaking situations. I spend many, many hours a week with clients in tears or worse. Here is what I know: just be present. Don't run away from their emotions. Listen actively. Provide words of empathy and compassion when it seems appropriate. That's all. Really, just being there without judgment is what most people need.

_________________"I'd rather have dried catshit! I'd rather have astroturf! I'd rather have an igloo!"~Isa

"But really, anyone willing to dangle their baby in front of a crocodile is A-OK in my book."~SSD

Thanks, j-dub. That's what I tried to do. I just basically sat there with him for a few minutes, let him tell me as much as he wanted, and told him I was always there if he needed anything. I felt like I should have something more helpful to say, but in reality there is nothing I can do to change things, and we both know that. That in itself is frustrating.

Turning 40 on the 5th utterly cloudy dreary grey day in a row, and going to work, (where I only got 1 card and didn't even have anyone to go to lunch with) after not having a party or doing anything other than go out to dinner this weekend.

I mean I can't really complain, my life is pretty great, but I used to have amazing house parties and dance all night. This is so boring in comparison, especially for such a milestone.

I feel OLD and it is frikkin depressing.

Happy birthday!!!!! I am right behind you by only a year, spring chicken, and I didn't get my party either. My birthday was in September, but I was too busy to do anything, so I said I'd move it to December 2. Which has come and gone. No party. Instead, i'll take an internet hi-5 from you. We made it another year, kid!! congrats!

My step-grandmother may have inoperable lung cancer. My family is really bad at communication, and I'm not exactly sure who dolled out this diagnosis, but it has me really worried. I'm trying not to get too upset until I've learned more.

So a project I work on, which I believe is very important to my community, and which has been one of the biggest pieces of my life in the past few years closes this week (for a variety of depressing reasons.) Today, I'm staffing the last night of a portion of this project that has been nearest & dearest to me. I am heartbroken. And no one is here. So basically, I am sitting in a drafty warehouse, alone.